Stella Andrews Nudes Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes. I heard the bathroom door slide open and rolled to my side, resting my head into my hand. The light switched off and Stella came out. To my surprise though, she wasn’t in her usual boxers and tshirt, but lingerie. Her long hair was hanging to the right side of her face, giving way to her neck on the other side. She was wearing a white corset that stopped right below her breasts, allowing them to bounce lightly with every step. The back was laced all the way up, giving way to a matching pair of lacy crotchless undies. She had lace stockings that stopped mid thigh. I sat up, watching her slowly walk over to me until she was in front of me. I opened my legs and pulled her into

I reached back to undo my bra strap but stopped as I eyed the rags that remained of Andrew’s suit. “Well?” I asked, tilting my head. “You’re not going to stay in that all night, are you?” Andrew smirked and shook his head. He ripped off the remainder of the garment with a roar and tossed it to the side. His pants and underwear soon joined the pile. Now fully nude, he nodded at me, urging me to continue. With a grin, I unhooked my bra and set my breasts free. Then I dragged down my underwear and kicked them to the side, not carrying where they ended up.

Andrew leaned over me, his scent filling the cabin. “If you don't want the tabloids to feature a video of your Luna being mated in the back of a car, then be silent!” he warned. I froze, glaring at him with pure indignation. “It’s a legitimate job, Andrew.” “A job? Flaunting your body in a glass cage for the entertainment of commoners? I taught you the ways of the water so you could swim the private reefs of the estate, not so you could dress in seashells and invite the gaze of every lecherous dog in the city!”

Stella smiled before saying, "What? A simple photoshoot got you all hot and bothered? If you're that bothered, then let go already... I'm actually planning to get my manager to get me a role in a rather risque movie." Stella was an actress and it was normal for actresses to do revealing photoshoots, but Lucas was silently filtering such offers away behind the scenes. The kissing scenes were all just camera tricks, as well as the bed scenes. It was impossible to have any scenes involving her undressing. Perhaps it was out of rebelliousness, when her stylist wanted to take a set of photos for a private collection, Stella immediately suggested a sexy photoshoot. The photographer and stylist for

He didn't use much strength but just put them gently on his waist. Then, he pulled her over— He didn't use much strength. He was not on guard at all. After Stella turned around, the two of them faced each other and looked at each other. Stella didn't wear high heels today because she sprained her ankle yesterday. She just wore a pair of white flat shoes as she stood in front of this tall and strong man... She looked like a child and had to look up at her young master. "Here." After Andrew turned Stella's body around, he placed one hand on Stella's waist and pointed to the back of her head with the other. He lowered his head as if he wanted Stella to see him.

I checked out myself once more, and nodded satisfactorily. “Let's go make our sugar daddy happy” I tapped the mirror, imagining I'm tapping my shoulder, and with that, I headed out. ••••••••••••• Third person's point of view. Stella stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in her red lingerie, wearing a cat ears hairband on her head, and sat on a large fluffy pillow that was just right at the corner of the bathroom door. Her body leaned forward a bit, with her hips raised sexily, and her boobs pushed up to make her look even more seductive.

Stella whispered, her breath warm and taunting. Cole nodded, hands already sliding up to cup her bréasts. But she giggled, catching his wrists before they got their reward. She pushed him back gently and stood, her heels clicking softly as she walked to the stereo. She pressed a few buttons, and a slow, explicit beat poured from the speakers—low and filthy, designed to crawl under your skin and stay there. Stella approached the pole again and climbed with the ease of a woman who lived for the spotlight. She twisted her body into a Bird of Paradise, a move so intense it looked impossible. But she held it—perfectly suspended, like time had stopped just for her.

I checked out myself once more, and nodded satisfactorily. “Let's go make our sugar daddy happy,” I tapped the mirror, imagining I'm tapping my shoulder, and with that, I headed out. ••••••••••••• Third person's point of view. Stella stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in her red lingerie, wearing a cat ears hairband on her head, and sat on a large fluffy pillow that was just right at the corner of the bathroom door. Her body leaned forward a bit, with her hips raised sexily, and her boobs pushed up to make her look even more seductive.

She leaned forward and her lips touched the tip, sending me on a journey to the skies. She sucked on it for a few seconds and then she used her breasts to spread her saliva all over the length of it. “Hmm, this feels so good my king,” she moaned, and I bit down on my bottom lip. Andrew was such a loser. He had refused all these privileges when they were all readily available to him. Thank the goddess I was the King now; all these beautiful women wouldn’t have to waste away their skills. Stella was just about to resume sucking my length again when I heard the commotion going on outside.

Alison purred, pointing her ass towards Andrew as it swayed. It was more than apparent that she had decided not to wear any underwear on this date. Her legs were slightly parted, exposing more of her bare skin to Andrew. Andrew clenched his jaw and growled lowly, letting his lust get the best of him, ignoring the idea that there were people who could potentially see or hear them right now. But seeing his girl in her most vulnerable state, naked from the waist down, was just too tempting.